Why I’m Glad I Was Diagnosed With Lupus While I Was Single

There were times right after my lupus diagnosis when I longed for a relationship that was more than platonic. There were times when I felt I needed someone to hear out my frustrations and wrap their arms around me in a way that was different than a family member or friend would do it.

Looking back on the past year, I can recall some truly terrible moments. Times when I cried not for one reason, but for so many that I couldn’t pinpoint what was hurting me the most. Anger, frustration and helplessness ran through me regularly, to the point where they affected me not only mentally, but physically as well, leaving me exhausted.

From where I’m standing now, I’m really glad and really proud I made it on my own. Going through the toughest part of my life alone meant that when I hit rock bottom — and I hit it hard — there was no one to congratulate but myself when I bounced up stronger than ever.

Although I received a never-ending river of support from incredible family members and friends, I know that ultimately I was the maker of my own destiny. And coming back harder, faster and better than ever was my choice, my doing, and mine alone.

Having to rebuild yourself over and over is something few people would understand. It’s not a normal part of life to scrap who you are and start again only days after you already redefined yourself. But that was my reality for months on end after being diagnosed with lupus.

I doubt anyone would have been strong enough to watch me have to change week after week as my illness ripped me apart and left me with a tear-stained face for the umpteenth time. Even if they had been able to stand up to it, I was afraid of another possibility. That after all I had gone through, all those transformations, I wouldn’t be the same person they loved.

When I reflect on the past 10 months, I know I am more confident and more certain than ever of who I am. I ran through walls and broke down barriers. I cried and sobbed, smiled, laughed and owned every emotion that came my way. I made peace with my demons, and learned to be content with my own company and exactly who I am.

It was the hardest period of my life, but I made it. It taught me that no matter what the hurricane, tsunami or earthquake that rocks me, I’ve done it once and can do it again.

It may sound odd to say, but I’m glad I went to war all by myself, but I am. Lupus shook me to the core. It beat me whenever and however it could. It tried to snuff out my spirit. But, being stronger, I refused to let it.

I’m proud of the person I’ve become, and I know I can do absolutely anything.

How do I know? I walked through hell with nothing but my shadow as company. And I made it out the other side stronger, and with a smile on my face.

Australian writer, surfer, barista and university student studying an Arts/Science Degree in Philosophy/Mathematical Modelling. Deeply passionate about salt water in all forms, amazing coffee – even though she’s not allowed to drink it – and above all else traveling the world: one country at a time!
Quirky by choice, inquisitive by nature and above all else: smiling, always!